Yue Ji

Chapter 198 Who is blocking the sword for whom?

Seeing that everyone is still struggling, let me add one more thing, what about Su Ai Wei Luo?
The most important reason why he loved Wei Luo at first was that she could make his heart peaceful.It was when she was by his side that he felt peaceful and comfortable.This point has been mentioned repeatedly since the two met when they were children, until they met again, and until later.

But later, when she became his biggest source of trouble, is it still incomprehensible for him to let go?
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Time passed bit by bit.

Wei Luo, who was sitting stiffly in the arms of Young Master Jingling, just lowered his head like this, with a pale face.

At this moment, she could no longer feel what the people at the banquet said or looked at.

The young master Jingling just frowned, drinking wine bottle after bottle, while flattering the person who approached him.

I don't know how long it took, but people gradually rose and fell in the banquet.

At this time, Wei Luo heard the cold voice of the young master Jingling, "Let's do it!"

After that, he pushed Wei Luo away, stood up, turned around and left, but from the beginning to the end, his hand was still tightly grasping her arm.

Wei Luo was still half-embraced by him and walked out of the hall.

At this time, the moon was shining brightly and the sky was shining brightly. Young Master Jing Ling's arms were already wrapped around Wei Luo's waist.But he didn't hug her, his five fingers were tightly grasping her slender waist, tightly grasping it.

Wei Luo lowered his head, staring stiffly at the overlapping figure of himself and him under the moonlight.A wisp of her cloudy temples has been hanging down, quietly blocking her eyes, covering the complex emotions in her eyes that cannot be concealed.

The shadows of the trees are whirling, the autumn wind is bleak, everything is so beautiful, so beautiful.

Young Master Jingling hugged Wei Luo's waist, his head was raised high, his thin lips were pursed into a line, his brows were deeply furrowed, and a hint of hostility and deep anger flashed in his midnight-like eyes.However, in this kind of hostility and deep anger, there is still a vague sense of loss and bitterness.

Surrounded by nobles swarming out, their carriages were parked in a square 500 meters away.Beside the carriage, Mr. Wen and others are looking at this side.

Walking on the tree-lined road, the moonlight shines on people in spots through the thick leaves.

On such a beautiful night and in such a cold autumn wind, Young Master Jingling did not have the joy of the day at all. After his eyebrows twitched a few times, he lowered his head to look at Wei Luo.

He didn't notice that when he was in a trance and extremely depressed and angry, a middle-aged swordsman walking among the dignitaries and all the swordsmen slowed down a little.

Five steps, four steps,. . . . . .step!
This is the time!
Between lightning and thunder!
With a "hoo", the swordsman took out a dagger-like dagger from his pocket, and at the same time jumped, he rushed towards Wei Luo violently!

As soon as the person moved, the wind and thunder sounded!The sound of the sword roared, and Huang Mang faintly vomited!

This is a master who is close to the master level!
This is his all-out attack regardless of his will!
It was too late and then too soon, the swordsman, who was less than one meter away from the two of them, yelled violently, his tongue burst into thunder, and the dagger pierced coldly towards Wei Luo's heart!!

There are clouds of masters behind Young Master Jingling, but at this time, everyone has just left the palace, and the crowd is like a tide.Invisibly, they were already two or three steps away from Young Master Jingling.

But this assassin, when he was only one step away from them, sent out this full blow!
The wind is howling, and the cold is biting!
The young master Jingling just lowered his head when he saw the cold light piercing Wei Luo's heart out of the corner of his eyes!
At that moment, Young Master Jingling's complexion changed drastically!He yelled violently, and before he had time to think about anything, he twisted his body and pulled Wei Luo heavily in front of him. Then, he blocked Wei Luo with his back, and used his own With his flesh and blood, he shouldered the sword that could break gold and rock!
Wei Luo, who faintly felt his heart palpitations, suddenly raised his head, and this was what he saw!She saw Young Master Jing Ling pushing her away forcibly, and she saw him carrying him on his shoulders!She saw the short sword with a cold glow piercing his chest and lungs under his right side with the sound of howling wind!

Wei Luo was shocked.

In an instant, her eyes widened to the limit!Her heart stopped beating!

At this moment, her mind was clear, and the frenzied and panicked shouts around her did not hit her ears!
Once again, she entered the mysterious realm, and she clearly felt that the short sword, which was only five inches away from the right flank of the young master Jingling, instantly became extremely slow!
Wei Luo Qing Xiao made a sound.

Amidst the whistling sound, she stretched out her left hand like lightning, and immediately after, her right hand followed!
That's lightning speed!Even the assassin, it was just a flash in front of his eyes.In the blink of an eye, he heard the sound of his dagger piercing into the flesh!

I was stabbed!

The assassin thought happily.

But this joy was only for a moment, and then he had another thought: What a pity, it was that woman I wanted to kill!

All of this is just a moment, just a blink of an eye.

At the same time as the "bu" sound of the dagger piercing into the flesh came, the assassin clearly heard the sound of bones breaking.Then, his sword couldn't move!

His sword was forcibly seized!
He looked intently.

At this glance, his eyes suddenly widened.

His sword had indeed pierced into the human body.However, what pierced was the woman's left wrist bone!

His sword was deeply piercing the woman's left wrist bone at this moment.Blood splattered everywhere, and the bones were faintly hidden. The woman's right hand was embracing, passing through the left waist of Young Master Jingling, and then tightly grasping the hilt of the dagger!
No wonder, his sword can no longer stab!
The swordsmen around Young Master Jingling rushed forward, drew their swords, and saw this scene:
The woman used her left hand to firmly block the son Jingling's flank!The assassin's dagger was deeply inserted into her wrist, and at the same time, it was also inserted under the right flank of Young Master Jingling.

Fresh blood, like a stream of blood, was gurgling downwards, and in a blink of an eye, it followed Young Master Jingling's black robe, forming a pool of blood at his feet!
Shouts, screams, one after another!
Wei Luo didn't feel the pain from his wrist until he met the astonished eyes of the assassin.

For some reason, she didn't feel how severe the pain was. She just lowered her head and quickly looked at the side of Young Master Jingling. Long, it should not have pierced the lungs." Happily, she let go of the hilt of the dagger with her right hand.

Tonight, Wei Luo, who showed his first smile, didn't realize that the young master Jing Ling's eyes were so dark that he looked at her so pale.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came.

The one who laughed was the assassin who was pointed at by the swordsmen of Prince Jingling.

His laughter was so loud it was deafening!
When he reached the fifth laugh, he stopped abruptly.

The assassin lowered his head, stared at Wei Luo, stared at Young Master Jingling, stared at Young Master Jing Ling who was protecting Wei Luo with his back, and stared at Wei Luo who was hugging him by the waist and shielding Young Master Jing Ling from the sword with his wrist .

Staring at it, he laughed again.

Amidst the laughter, he sighed and said: "What a pity! What a pity! Such a good opportunity, such a good opportunity! It's impossible to kill a woman!"

Amidst the laughter, he didn't care about the long swords that hung around his neck and pointed between his vests.With a lift of his right hand, he recklessly pulled out the short sword stuck between the bones of Wei Luo's hand!
"Zi--" sounded, blood spattered half a step!
This time, there were three people who were splashed with blood half a step away, one was the blood splashed from Wei Luo's wrist, the other was the blood spattered from the right side of Young Master Jing Ling, and the third was the blood spattered from the assassin's neck!

When the assassin forcibly drew his sword, a long sword on his neck cut a small artery in him!

Amidst the assassin's laughter, Young Master Jing Ling lowered his head, stretched out his hands at the same time, and covered Wei Luo's wrist heavily, trying to block the gushing blood.

At this moment, he completely forgot that his own wound was also spattering with blood. He held Wei Luo's wrist tightly, raised his eyes and stared at the swordsman with a murderous look, and sternly shouted: "Don't kill him!"

As soon as Young Master Jingling's shout came out, the assassin already let out a long howl.

Amidst the howling sound, he didn't care about the seven or eight sharp swords on his body, and with such a "bang", he slammed back heavily.

Because Young Master Jingling had just ordered not to kill him, all the swordsmen put their swords away at the same time when he came back.

Seeing this, the assassin laughed again.

Laughing loudly, he quickly took two steps back.

However, he only took two steps back.

There are swordsmen in all directions, he can't escape, and obviously he has no plan to do so.

This assassin was only in his 30s, with a sallow face and a regular face, with sparse eyebrows and a slightly pointed chin, he looked like a sick man.

It was such a sick man, as soon as he stood still, he burst out laughing again.

His big laugh was loud and clear, without any anxiety or timidity in his voice.

While laughing, he stared at Wei Luo, grinned, showing his white teeth, and said, "A woman is indeed loyal and worthy of her husband! However, you killed the former king, defeated the Chu State, and the overlord is no longer. It's Zhongxian, and we Chu people will swear to the death! Unfortunately, this debt cannot be paid today. Hahaha."

He turned his head to look at the son Jingling again, and sighed: "A certain revenge for the country, revealing his face, will inevitably implicate the new master! I heard that the son has lofty ambitions, and I beg you not to pursue it further!"

As soon as the words fell, his right hand made a "hoo"!Slap yourself in the face hard!

Amidst the sudden exclamations, the assassin struck with enough internal force, and slapped himself hard on the face.

Instantly, blood splattered and brains splattered everywhere!The red and white liquid splashed three or four steps away.

With a bang, the assassin's body fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, his corpse was already in a state of disfigurement, and his skull was cracked!
There was a sound of vomiting all around.

Amidst the sound of vomiting, Young Master Jingling closed his eyes.

He, the swordsman beside him, and Wei Luo and the others all understood that the reason why this man self-destructed was that he didn't want people to use his body to identify his origins and identify who brought him to him. Came to the banquet.

In this era, people were accustomed to using bamboo slips, and their skills in drawing figures were very poor.After the assassin self-destructed, it was extremely difficult for everyone to find out the name of his master and origin based on memory.It seems that even though he begged Young Master Jingling not to investigate further, he is still worried!

However, no matter which era it is, it is the wish of every man who is fighting in the sea of ​​blood to leave his whole body to die.

However, this assassin, this dignified husband, in order to protect his master, actually ended his own life in this way without a whole body!

Young Master Jing Ling, who had preliminarily bound the wound, carefully supported Wei Luo, whose wound was also bound, and turned around with her.

He turned his head to look at the assassin's body seriously, and took Wei Luo, bowed towards it, and gave a deep salute.

After the ceremony, he sighed in a deep voice: "What a man! Please bury him generously! Tell everyone, whoever provides the name will be rewarded! Whoever is willing to bring the corpse back to his ancestor will be rewarded! No matter who the owner is, he will never be allowed to die." Pursue!"

Young Master Jingling's voice was deep and resounding, resonant.He was surrounded by dignitaries and sages, and when he said this, it was already a golden word.

At that moment, all the swordsmen bowed in unison, and responded loudly: "No!"

In the sound of the promise, Young Master Jing Ling lowered his head, looked at Wei Luo whose face was as pale as paper due to the profuse bleeding, and said softly and softly, "Son, let's go home." When he said this, From the wound on the right side, blood gushed out again, soaking half of the skirt in a blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)